Friday night aaaand Stephane and I decide to go out, have some fun. and there was to beautiful woman in the queue. next step, we are in the queue, too, with a total length of 4 people. of course the queue was there, because there HAS to be queue (the club was empty). god, how I hate that, anyhow, chance to talk to the couple while waiting. funny thing was, he is a DJ, playing regularly in Beijing, too, which was perfect base for some chitchat for Stephane. afterwards Stephane “discovered” my new haircut and we found out that we both go to the same hair studio and have even the same stylist (9th avenue, Hoshi Coupe, HIGHLY recommended). how awkward is that?! like there are not a gazillion studios out there but just one 
anyhow, later on we moved over to a real Chinese karaoke bar, where Miss E, Ivor, Attie and a bunch of other guys already have been for a couple of time in a private karaoke booth (and quite drunk). had a jolly good time by singing English songs and listening to a lot of Chinese ones. oh, and Miss E hit a wall with her head, but that’s another story.
Saturday I was sent out to do some shopping for dinner (pasta) and managed somehow to get lost, circling the blocks in search of the supermarket. but I discovered a lot of other nice ones, which I had to inspect thoroughly of course. 
And when I came back home, I presented proudly one package of freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and the maybe most ridiculous and fat bunny (but supercute) bunny ever made.
most funny thing: the fat bunny
edit: although I have no problem with sexual equality, I really enjoy to pay less as a man when going to a hairdresser. but manhattan is different (as usual). for dying your hair there is no price difference between genders (which came as a surprise, because I consider $110 for just a little bit dying rather expensive, but, oh well, don’t we want all to look a little bit pretty from time to time ).